Page 150 of Manacled Hearts

Forcing her hand isn’t quite the option, but I can offer an incentive. And it’s landing in Queenscove in less than an hour.

I’m about to wake her up when a soft moan passes her lips and hits my cock in an instant. My muscles coil around the sound as a ghost of a strain tightens her eyebrows together. I want to dip right into whatever dreams she’s having, because the moment the comforter shifts with her legs squeezing together, I know it’s a good one.

Actually, I think I will do just that—dip into her dream and make it a reality. Rising ever so slowly, I climb out of bed, constantly looking back to make sure she doesn’t stir or wake up as I go to the walk-in closet, grab a silk tie and carefully climb back into bed. This is going to be a challenge, but I’m intrigued to see if this little minx is a deep sleeper.

She’s already laying on her back, only vaguely angled toward the right, so part of the work is already done. With the softest of movements and touches, I bring her wrists together, wrapping the tie around them until they’re secure and she’s immobilized. I do a quick check of her bullet graze to make sure it’s not bleeding, but it all looks good. Reaching over behind the bed, I pull out the strap that hangs there unused since I installed it years and years ago, letting it drape over the padded headboard, the metal ring at the end glinting against the dark blue velvet. I lift Evelyn’s arms over her head, the air straining my lungs when she stirs, and I’m expecting her eyes to pop open and see me like this. But she only moans again, her lips parting to let the enticing mewl out.

She’s a goddamn dream.

I let her joined wrists rest against the headboard as I loop the remaining length of the tie around the ring, tying it into a bow. Breathing a little easier when she still doesn’t wake up, I shift backwards on the bed, pulling the comforter with me, and expose her whole body. She looks so fucking pretty laying here deep in her sleep, completely unaware that she’s about to be fucked until her tight little pussy has my name imprinted on its lips. My cock stirs, fully hard as my balls ache with the need to come all over her soft skin. Even in a tank top and underwear she still looks like every bit the sexual creature she’s becoming.

She stirs, rubbing her thighs together in the softest of gestures, and the moment her back arches, I strike, covering her mouth with my palm. Her eyes fly wide open, fear laced through the silver and gold, and she shrieks against my skin, kicking her legs in a desperate attempt to free herself once she realizes her arms are bound.

There’s only a brief pause in her frenzied writhing and it’s the exact moment her gaze shifts, softening with awareness. Yet she holds onto her panic, nurtures it as I yank her tank top up, exposing her breasts to my hungry eyes and even hungrier mouth. I roll one soft bud between my fingers, grinning when she yelps against my palm at the flicker of pain, because her arching back and squirming betrays her pleasure.

“You’re fucking beautiful just like this, tied to my bed, your eyes glazed with lust,” I tell her as I reach over and start wrenching down her underwear.

She twists to try to stop me, but she exposes her taut ass to me in the process. With a sharp crack of my palm, she yelps again, pausing her writhing enough for me to yank the offending fabric off as she curses against my hand.

“Aaah! Let me go, you ass—!” she screams as I release her mouth, but her insult is muffled by the underwear I shove in her mouth.

“Look at that. How fucking devastating you look, gagged and bound. Can you taste it, Evie darling?” I ask, but she frowns. “Can you taste the sweet wetness on your panties? How fucking drenched you get for me?”

She tries to keep the needy mewl from resonating through her throat, but she fails, and I’m on her in the next second, kneeling over her. She quickly shuffles back, bringing her knees up as she attempts to hide her pretty pussy from me, and my cock responds with a tight jerk. I’m impressed at how good she is at playing into this fantasy.

“You think you can stop me from feasting on that tight little cunt of yours? It’s mine, Evelyn. All. Fucking. Mine.”

I wrap my hands around her knees and pull her as far down the bed as the strap holding her allows, reveling on her muffled protests and cries. They turn to pure fiery screams when I dip down and suck one nipple into my mouth, nipping just to the edge of pain, as I thrust two fingers in her aching core.

“Your screams might spell no, Evie darling, but this pussy is weeping for my fucking cock. Are you gonna be a good girl and take it?” I say with a menacing grin.

She shakes her head in response, her eyes glassy with need.

I slide down in one swift move, enjoying her little cry when my fingers leave her core, but I replace them with my tongue, watching as her head whips back and eyes squeeze shut. She’s so fucking sweet, a decadent feast as I roll my tongue inside of her, close to the spot that can tip her over the edge in mere seconds. I have to pin her by the thighs when I move to suck on her clit, because she’s just about to shoot off the bed from the onslaught of sensations.

I’m not easing her into it. No, I want her to drown in fucking pleasure, cry out for release and reprieve all at once. So I thrust two digits back into her aching core as I assault her swollen bundle of nerves, sucking hard before I threaten it with my teeth, licking and rolling it between my lips. She’s writhing on the bed as her pussy pulses around my fingers, but when it grows in intensity, when she’s too close to the cusp of her orgasm, I pull out. She cries out, and I can’t help but smirk.

“Change your mind, by any chance? Are you gonna be a good girl and take my cock?”

She frowns, her chest rising and falling with her indecision, then shakes her head, violet hair whipping against her flushed cheeks.

“Okay then,” I say as I dip back down, covering her core with my mouth.

Only this time I ignore her clit completely and lap the sweet center of her, massaging her walls as she squirms and whimpers. Words are being muffled by the makeshift gag, and I have a feeling they’re all deliciously vulgar, because the woman is rolling her hips against my face, seeking the release she desperately craves. Her pussy tightens around my tongue, my face is drenched in her pleasure, but this is not happening on her terms.

Pressing a palm over her lower belly, I hold her down, but her eyes open so wide, I’m not sure if it’s from pleasure or pain. She’s not snapping her fingers, so I know she’s still into this, but I snap mine with a question in my eyes, just in case she forgot the safe word. A brief shake of her head is my answer.

Licking my way up her body, I latch onto one nipple as I plunge three fingers inside her, smirking when her brows draw together at the stretch. But her body shudders under me and I realize that I never enjoyed holding a woman just at the edge of release, playing with her until she’s a begging mess under me. As Evelyn bucks down on my hand, attempting to fuck herself with my fingers, she needs no words to beg, her body does it for her. But I push my fingers in as far as they’ll go, pressing my whole hand over her core and pin her down.

“Last goddamn chance.” I seethe. “Are you gonna be a good fucking girl and take my cock?”

I see the bratty, challenging denial in her eyes, before the first sweep of her head to one side, but before she can swing it the other way, I’m braced on one hand, my cock is lined up with the hot center of her, and I thrust forward. She cries out, a lust-filled moan as her head rolls back and legs widen to allow me more access.

“Fffuck!” I growl as I drop onto my forearms, caging her soft body beneath me.

I kept her pleasure on the edge, but I should have realized I was holding mine right along with it, because… Christ… I’m gonna come in two strokes. I better make them good ones then.

With harsh bucks of my hips, I fuck into her, turning her little yelps into wanton cries as she wraps her legs around my waist, angling her hips and allowing me deeper. Her muffled cries grow louder with each of my thrusts, but they’re not enough for me anymore. So I rip the panties out of her mouth as I roll my hips on a deep stroke, and I almost come at the sound of her lustful moan. Such sweet music to my needy ears.

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